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Happy New Year

And at the bottom of the list is her last message to him:

Goodbye Mr Holmes

Reaching the living room window, he looks down at the final message for a long time before
lifting his eyes and gazing out at the pouring rain.)

Flashback to (presumably) two months earlier in Karachi. It is night time and there is
background noise of male voices shouting in a foreign language. Shaky camera footage
eventually resolves into clearer resolution, revealing Irene kneeling on the ground in front of a
military vehicle. She is dressed in black robes, her hair covered by a black headscarf, and is
typing one-handed onto her phone. Standing to her right is a man holding a rifle with one hand
while he repeatedly gestures for her phone with the other. She ignores him, refusing to hand it
over until she has finished her message, which reads:

Goodbye Mr Holmes

She presses Send and then gives the phone to the man. To her left, a second man walks over
and raises a wide-bladed curved sword above her head, bringing it slowly down towards the
back of her neck while he checks that his aim will be correct. Irene stares ahead of herself,
fighting her tears, then the screen fades to black as she slowly closes her eyes.

A couple of seconds later, an orgasmic female sigh fills the air. Irene’s eyes snap open and fill
with hope as she turns her head to look at her executioner. His face is completely shrouded
apart from his eyes, but a very recognisable blue-grey gaze meets her own.
SHERLOCK (quietly): When I say run, run!
(She turns her head to the front again. Sherlock pulls back the sword as if he’s about to strike
the death blow, then he spins and begins to strike out at the nearby militia. Irene stares ahead
of herself, her eyes wide with disbelief that she is going to live. Slowly she begins to smile.)

In London in the present, Sherlock smiles at the memory, then chuckles to himself as he takes
Irene’s camera phone from his pocket. Tossing it into the air and catching it again, he looks at it
for a couple of seconds.
SHERLOCK: The Woman.
(Opening the top drawer of a nearby cabinet, he puts the phone into it and is about to withdraw
his hand when he pauses, then puts his fingers onto the phone again and looks at it
thoughtfully.)
SHERLOCK: The Woman.
(He lifts his head and gazes out at the rainy city for a while, then turns and walks away.)

The Hounds of Baskerville

In woodland just before sunrise, seven year old Henry Knight is running through the trees
panting heavily. He is repeatedly looking behind him and having flashbacks to the terrible scene
he has recently witnessed where a man was being attacked by someone – or something. The
man was screaming and crying out in terror, scrabbling at the ground as he tried to get away
from his attacker, which was growling and snarling ferociously. Henry runs on, trying to get
away from the horror. After some time, he has cleared the trees and is out on moorland. He
runs up an incline just as an elderly woman comes over the top of the rise. She is walking her
dog.
GRACE: Oh, hello.
(Henry stops and looks at her, but his attention is mostly focused on her dog – some kind of
spaniel which just stands there pretty much ignoring him.)
GRACE: Are you all right?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)